Originally Posted by frmsncyclst
I can not use or no longer like to use a doo-rag or head band because I did have an accident, did not hit my head, but because of the head band or doo-rag the helmet all but slipped off of my head.
Not to sound smary or anything, but if that's the case then you weren't wearing the helmet right. Or there is something you're not telling us, like you've got a cone shaped head or something.
This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.